Somewhere between diving, excessive walking and a massive hangover, I managed to hurt my foot. It was really sore meaning that I could only do walking stints in small doses and spent most of time on the buses in Bangkok. There were a few demonstrations going on at the time, which meant traffic jams. Really really long traffic jams. My favourite being, one Monday morning, when I got ever so slightly lost by getting the wrong bus, then I got soaked in a storm, followed by getting on the actual bus I wanted, which preceded to get stuck in traffic for three hours (I had no idea where I was so I couldn't get off!) The best bit about this, however, was the aircon on the bus, that I had had to pay extra for, for the luxury of it. Three hours on an airconditioned bus when you are sopping wet is a cold experience. I spent most of my time hugging the window in a desperate attempt to extract some warmth from the outside. Freezing.
The next few days in Bangkok were spent pottering around on my bad foot, getting more buses that got stuck in jams. Though, I still managed to eventually work my way around the city, the temples, the floating market nearby (a market on boats on a river) and do another cooking course (thank you mother and father for another part of my 21st birthday present). I made a very funky five course meal, including Thai curry. Delicious. Also, not to boast, but I now know how to make coconut milk, cream and how to grate without a grater (a skill which I wish I'd known when I lived with the boys in Cardiff - the house with no cooking tools). It also persuaded me into buying my most ridiculous purchase yet - a wicker rice steamer. It seemed essential at the time.
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